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Alex Feb 2018
An 8 dollar goodwill ring sits
Right where a Valentine’s Day present once rested
Not that it’ll ever be noticed
I placed it in a box, where it shall remain
It’ll stay there with the others
All those forgotten gifts
Memories of the past
A past I’m over
So there they will sit
Maybe I’ll give them away one day
Or maybe they’ll just stay there
Until my child one day finds them.
Years in the future
Asking me
Why don’t you wear these
I say
Why don’t you?
And tell her to keep them
You’ll grow into them one day
Alex Feb 2018
Last night. I peeled the safety warming of everything I could find.
Because I stopped caring about whether those things could hurt me. Anymore
In an oversized denim jacket Stands
a girl who treats kisses
like handshakes.
She's young.
With makeup done perfectlly
hidden beneath a baseball cap.
I wish for her to treat I love you like thank yous
so that she has her heart broken less often.
So she may pay attention to what all the men are thankful for
So she can hang on to one that's thankful for more than just
She treats kisses like handshakes.
For Alex
Alex Mar 2017
Go someplace, anyplace outdoors.
Dig, dig into the ground until you find something.
Something pure and true, covered in rust,
As antique as the day you were born.
Feel it, turn it in your palms.
Inspect it.
Discover all its little secrets and remember
Remember the past life, the one this came from,
Rejoice in the happy memories as well as the sorrowful.
But don't forget
Find, Rust, and Remember.
Alex Mar 2017
He pulled on his denim jacket and I fell in love
Patches covering it, each telling a story.
His long reddish brown hair just reaching the collar,
The curls of it flowing softly
Barely being contained by his, well my gray knit beanie.
Every time I see him, I fall in love all over again.
Today is no different, tomorrow will be the same.
Alex Mar 2017
There are empty coffee cups all over this room
Somehow, I only notice when you're gone.
It reminds me of you, my cup of coffee
You take yours black one sugar,
I get a white peppermint mocha
Sweet with just a hint of bitter
Kinda like me in a way.
You can always know a person by where they get their coffee,
We like the local places, if we have time.,
But when we don't, we're Starbucks fans.
You know all the best spots in town.
Not just for coffee, foe everything.
When you took me to that park on the hill,
On that freezing winter night, I almost cried.
Because I thought, no I knew,
I'm in love and I've never felt better!
And even though Portland is freezing,
I was warm, because I was with you.
Alex Jan 2017
When I grow old I want to sit on a porch with my husband
I want to stare into a field of flowers and not worry about anything
To have my children take me out to breakfast and laugh at my horrible jokes
Because by then I should have quite a few
I want to have a dog, maybe a golden retriever, or a German Shepard.
I would want to travel, go places I never thought I would go
Meet amazing people
Learn about culture I would've never dreamed about knowing
I would want to die in a loved ones arms, not alone in a home somewhere by myself.
I want to be remembered for something great!
I just don't want to be forgotten...
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